Reborn Totalitarian Queen

Chapter 1010 Burning heart and falling into the city, marriage in prosperity (3)
Obviously, the manpower Yin Zhan brought was limited, there were only four personal guards in the tent, and with the other party's signal, all the manpower he left outside the tent were immediately controlled by the overwhelming enemy.

The leader of the Northern Mongolians had an overbearing attitude, and asked for a letter from him asking for help, as an opportunity for them to negotiate terms with the Beidi court.

Under the circumstances at that time, Yin Zhan was already fat on someone else's cutting board, and there was no room for him to refuse.

However, he was always calm and calm, completely ignoring the ferocious leader of Beimeng opposite him. Instead, he behaved recklessly, drinking lightly one after another, and his movements and demeanor showed his usual a bit of cold and arrogant elegance.

The scene was stalemate from the first watch to the middle of the second watch, because there was no news from him, and the Beidi Army who was waiting in front was said to be ready to move.

Then suddenly the conflict broke out, and the Beidi people began to forcibly attack the gate of the barracks. Both sides held [-] soldiers and horses.

The people in the tent began to faintly feel uneasy and panicked.

Even in the big tent in the center of the barracks, the thundering killing sound outside could be heard, and then it became more and more intense, and finally it was difficult to tell which direction it was coming from.

The steel knife of the Northern Mongolian was right in front of his eyes, but he refused to compromise. Finally, the Northern Mongolian who was dazzled by the sound of fighting outside finally lost his reason and patience.

"If he refuses to agree, then he refuses to agree. Since he is trash, there is no need to keep it." The burly, rough man with stubble on his face pointed at the man who was drinking gracefully and calmly at the table and roared angrily, "Kill him! Give me Cut him into pieces, even if we use the blood of the Beidi royal family to sacrifice the banner of our Northern Mongolian army, we will still make a profit."

Under such a situation, Yin Zhan was powerless to fight back.

But he turned a deaf ear to the man's clamor.

In the tent, the twenty or so Northern Mongolian soldiers who were already at war with their swords were about to chop down. Suddenly, there was a series of screams outside, and it seemed to happen near here.

Before the people in the tent had time to react, they heard the tearing sound that made people feel happy.

A small half of the huge tent was cut down from the outside by someone wielding a knife, and pieces of felt cloth and brackets fell down in a splash.

The leader of the Northern Mongolian People's Congress, who was furious, was shocked by the cold wind that suddenly poured in from behind him. Before he could turn around, someone walked in through the hole in the tent.

"Who do you say is trash?" The young man's voice was cold and cold, with a slight slant at the end, full of arrogant provocation.

At the same time, the heavy long knife in her hand swung backhand, and it was firmly pressed against the tall man's neck.

The dark leather armor was stained with blood, and there were many small scars on her face, so dirty that the original skin color could not be seen, but the light in her eyes was sharp and sharp, and everyone present was stunned by a slight glance.

The young man was tall, but a little too thin. Even if he was wearing thick soft armor, his waistline seemed to have an undulating curve.

She held the steel knife in her hand and secretly exerted force without leaving a trace, but the domineering leader of the Northern Mongolian Army under the eyes of everyone seemed to have his legs softened because of her words, and sat back in the banquet.

She also followed Da Ma Jindao to sit there, probably because she was hungry after a long journey and a bloody battle, but she didn't care much, just took a big bronze cup on the table and poured the spicy The drink was poured down.

A large number of soldiers from the Northern Mongolian Army poured in through the felt door directly in front of the tent, roaring angrily.

She squinted coldly and swept her arms across.

The wine glass flew out obliquely, forcing the crowd to dodge.

The blood shot out, and the steel knife in her hand moved out and retreated unexpectedly, half of her face and battle clothes were covered with blood again.

In the glaring red blood, he was dressed in battle armor and was noble, but she was dressed in blood, but she was in a rare embarrassment.

He is decisive in killing, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and his gestures are full of free and easy heroism.

Maybe it was at that moment that he suddenly fell in love with her at first sight, and once this feeling was discovered, it became an obsession that he could never get rid of.

From then on, he decided that in this world, the woman he loved would only be like that.

From then on, all the beauties in the world were nothing more than dry skin in his eyes, and there was no longer a single woman who was bright and full of color.

Others use their looks to captivate the city, but she subverts the whole world and the whole world that belongs to him with a haughty look in her eyes.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled across the huge tent.

Then he drew his sword, and she swung the knife, tacitly began to counterattack and slaughter.

Because of the sudden sudden death of the coach, the Northern Mongolian crowd had no leader, and the morale of the army was disturbed. This battle was undoubtedly the most exciting and rewarding one since the start of the war.

How many times have they been through life and death together, they always have a tacit understanding in this regard.

The two men led the remaining more than 3000 people from the enemy's interior after attacking the camp from the rear. They fought side by side and fought hard together to break out of the encirclement.

From midnight till dawn.

When the Northern Mongolian Army was finally overwhelmed and hurriedly retreated with only 6 people left, it was the time when she laughed the most vigorously throughout the night.

"The battle is over, let's have a good chat when we go back?" She raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a smile.

At that time, her entire face was covered with blood, and even the facial features could hardly be distinguished.

Under the torch in the cold night, he clasped her wrist tightly.

Her intense pulse came through the palm of his hand, and for the first time he heard his own violent heartbeat for her.

"Have you decided? Are you not afraid?" He asked her, raised his hand and pulled out the sleeve of the white robe under the armor to wipe the stains on her face.

She looked up at him, shaking her head firmly, "What's there to be afraid of? Chess is the most embarrassing game in the world, but it's just a huge gamble that loses everything..."

What she said at that time, she was saying...

Song Chuxi's thoughts were flying far away, and just as she was fascinated by the memories, she felt that the palm of his hand wrapped around her fingers suddenly increased his strength, and he clenched her hand more firmly.

Her thoughts were interrupted, and she wanted to look sideways at him under the veil again, but she couldn't see his face, and she couldn't understand the expression on his face at this time.

The 99 steps in front of the altar are really long, and her skirt is too long and cumbersome. Song Chuxi was not used to it, so she withdrew her scattered thoughts at this time and only focused on the steps under her feet , step by step across him to the heights.

Beside her, Yin Zhan's face was still as handsome and dull as usual, but the corners of his lips raised and tightened from time to time secretly showed his extraordinary mood today.

(End of this chapter)